Samurai Champloo | Mugen/Fuu | Gluttony
Author: lalagirl208
Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters/Pairing: Mugen/Fuu (Slight Jin/Fuu)
Prompt: Gluttony
Word Count: 694
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own Samurai Champloo…
Author's Notes: I started writing this with the intention of portraying something fluffy… but somehow, it came out as angst. *sigh* I’m such a sucker for angst. Sorry. I have a fluffy version saved in my PC but I’m not quite satisfied with it. oh well. I hope you guys like it. This is Fuu-centric, by the way. ^_^
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Gluttony - Leftover Vegetables
Her mom always told her that a lot can be told about a person by the way he or she eats. This is what she thinks about as she dips her chopsticks into a bowl of Katsudon.
She looks at Jin who, no matter how hungry he is, always manages to keep his cool while eating. Jin, she thinks, is the embodiment of dignity - of poise and elegance. His back is always straight and the bowl is always kept glued to the table - as it should be. The way he eats is similar to the way he fights - clean and efficient - no unnecessary movements and no wasted effort. His bearing speaks of an excellent upbringing - the chopsticks held perfectly, even skillfully and artfully, in his long fingers. Jin never eats more than he needs to… ‘it is impolite’ he says. Fuu finds this absurd - how he has to discipline himself even when doing something mundane and pleasurable. The way of the samurai, she thinks, is cruel. It is plain and boring and bland but clean and purposeful and beautiful - just like the vegetables which make the Katsudon a wholesome cuisine.
Her gaze shifts to her other companion - Mugen - who, by all definitions, is the polar opposite of Jin. Mugen is uncouth and dirty - devoid of table manners. When he eats, small clumps of rice and meat would usually litter the table and there would always be a grain or two stuck to his cheeks. Mugen always eats more than he should and he is often plagued with stomach aches hours after the meal. His hold on the chopsticks is clumsy, he does not hold it the ‘right way’ like she and Jin does, and she wonders if it is because nobody ever taught him how to. Miraculously, he can manage, and his own style of holding the chopsticks, though ‘wrong’, is effective… and incredibly fast. Most of the time, Mugen forgoes the use of chopsticks altogether, preferring to use his hands, his face mere inches from the bowl. Sometimes, when he is particularly hungry, he forgoes even the use of his hands. She finds this disturbing - how he acts like an animal in the dinner table. She wonders, though, why there are times when she has this urge to reach out and wipe his cheek. Mugen, she decides, is the salty meat - often overwhelming, sometimes unhealthy, yet absolutely indispensable - the Katsudon, she thinks, would not be delicious without the meat.
Their food is sparse and Mugen finishes his share the fastest. She waits for him to rub his stomach and complain about how he’s still hungry. But his hands never move and the remark remains unsaid. It is only then that she notices how unusually quiet he is being. She decides that it must be because of the events that transpired earlier - and she doesn’t blame him. She’d be in a bad mood too if she was twice betrayed. She looks down at her bowl, knowing that the decent thing to do would be to give him the rest of her food and - maybe, possibly - put a smile on his face. She would never tell him, but he looks good when he smiles.
So her chopsticks are aptly discarded and she-
She hesitates, because she can feel Jin’s eyes on her… and maybe - probably - she’s thinking too much… and maybe she’s being assuming… but he seems upset and she doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression. She ignores the little voice in her head that’s telling her that, in reality, she just doesn’t want Jin to know… to find out about- not yet, anyway… because she’s still undecided.
She’s no longer hungry and she has eaten her fill but she resumes eating anyway. It is selfish and unfair, she knows, but she cannot help it.
Her mom always told her that a lot can be told about a person by the way he or she eats. So Jin is prim and proper and bland and Mugen is wild and dirty and interesting… and she… she’s just a wretched glutton.
She wonders, though, if it’s normal for a glutton to leave the vegetables untouched.
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Fandom: Samurai Champloo
Characters/Pairing: Mugen/Fuu (Slight Jin/Fuu)
Prompt: Gluttony
Word Count: 694
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own Samurai Champloo…
Author's Notes: I started writing this with the intention of portraying something fluffy… but somehow, it came out as angst. *sigh* I’m such a sucker for angst. Sorry. I have a fluffy version saved in my PC but I’m not quite satisfied with it. oh well. I hope you guys like it. This is Fuu-centric, by the way. ^_^
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Gluttony - Leftover Vegetables
Her mom always told her that a lot can be told about a person by the way he or she eats. This is what she thinks about as she dips her chopsticks into a bowl of Katsudon.
She looks at Jin who, no matter how hungry he is, always manages to keep his cool while eating. Jin, she thinks, is the embodiment of dignity - of poise and elegance. His back is always straight and the bowl is always kept glued to the table - as it should be. The way he eats is similar to the way he fights - clean and efficient - no unnecessary movements and no wasted effort. His bearing speaks of an excellent upbringing - the chopsticks held perfectly, even skillfully and artfully, in his long fingers. Jin never eats more than he needs to… ‘it is impolite’ he says. Fuu finds this absurd - how he has to discipline himself even when doing something mundane and pleasurable. The way of the samurai, she thinks, is cruel. It is plain and boring and bland but clean and purposeful and beautiful - just like the vegetables which make the Katsudon a wholesome cuisine.
Her gaze shifts to her other companion - Mugen - who, by all definitions, is the polar opposite of Jin. Mugen is uncouth and dirty - devoid of table manners. When he eats, small clumps of rice and meat would usually litter the table and there would always be a grain or two stuck to his cheeks. Mugen always eats more than he should and he is often plagued with stomach aches hours after the meal. His hold on the chopsticks is clumsy, he does not hold it the ‘right way’ like she and Jin does, and she wonders if it is because nobody ever taught him how to. Miraculously, he can manage, and his own style of holding the chopsticks, though ‘wrong’, is effective… and incredibly fast. Most of the time, Mugen forgoes the use of chopsticks altogether, preferring to use his hands, his face mere inches from the bowl. Sometimes, when he is particularly hungry, he forgoes even the use of his hands. She finds this disturbing - how he acts like an animal in the dinner table. She wonders, though, why there are times when she has this urge to reach out and wipe his cheek. Mugen, she decides, is the salty meat - often overwhelming, sometimes unhealthy, yet absolutely indispensable - the Katsudon, she thinks, would not be delicious without the meat.
Their food is sparse and Mugen finishes his share the fastest. She waits for him to rub his stomach and complain about how he’s still hungry. But his hands never move and the remark remains unsaid. It is only then that she notices how unusually quiet he is being. She decides that it must be because of the events that transpired earlier - and she doesn’t blame him. She’d be in a bad mood too if she was twice betrayed. She looks down at her bowl, knowing that the decent thing to do would be to give him the rest of her food and - maybe, possibly - put a smile on his face. She would never tell him, but he looks good when he smiles.
So her chopsticks are aptly discarded and she-
She hesitates, because she can feel Jin’s eyes on her… and maybe - probably - she’s thinking too much… and maybe she’s being assuming… but he seems upset and she doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression. She ignores the little voice in her head that’s telling her that, in reality, she just doesn’t want Jin to know… to find out about- not yet, anyway… because she’s still undecided.
She’s no longer hungry and she has eaten her fill but she resumes eating anyway. It is selfish and unfair, she knows, but she cannot help it.
Her mom always told her that a lot can be told about a person by the way he or she eats. So Jin is prim and proper and bland and Mugen is wild and dirty and interesting… and she… she’s just a wretched glutton.
She wonders, though, if it’s normal for a glutton to leave the vegetables untouched.
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